30 December 2009.

Zhejiang Yiwu Meihu Sports Center.

It was already around 9 o'clock.

The game was over with 15 minutes left.

The big screen over the stadium showed the current score: "China 2-2 Jordan".

All four goals occurred in the second half: in the 46th minute, ** Peng, who made his first appearance for the national team, picked up the first goal in front of the goal, and in the 55th minute, Han Dapeng, who played as a single striker, extended the advantage with a header, but in the 69th and 75th minutes, Jordan's Shebaj scored two consecutive goals in six minutes to equalize the total score.

Shao Jiayi, who started and played as a midfielder, was decent, missing two shots, and although a corner kick assisted a teammate to score, it was blown away by the linesman, which made him a little annoyed.

Because it was only a warm-up match, both sides sent a number of substitutes to rotate, but Qin Goode was not told that he could play until the 78th minute.

Two minutes later, Gao Hongbo motioned for him to replace Shao Jiayi, and Shao Jiayi, who had fought for 80 minutes but found nothing, reluctantly high-fived his teammates and returned to the bench a little tired.

As soon as Qin Gude came on the field, the Chinese team played a wave of intensive offensives: in the 83rd minute, the Chinese team successively got free kicks and corner kick opportunities, the Jordanian defender crossed the Chinese team's corner kick out of the penalty area, Zhao Xuyang's volley angle was very awkward, but he was still saved by goalkeeper Sabah sideways, grabbed the first point of the ****** stop ball error, so that the opponent shoveled the football out of the sideline.

However, none of these attacks had anything to do with him, he just pressed forward with his teammates, but he didn't touch the ball once, which made him have nowhere to vent his strength.

One minute later, Qin Gude finally received the football, and the energetic shook off the Jordanian left full-back who was blindly rushing up with a simple change of direction, but substitute Mao Jianqing received his cross, and a soft volley was easily confiscated by Sabah.

"Be vigorous, you haven't eaten......" Qin Gude had no choice but to mumble in a low voice.

Ten minutes went by in the blink of an eye, but in the three minutes of stoppage time, the two sides still attacked and defended each other.

In the 91st minute, Rong Ritian passed the ball to the penalty area, Yang Hao took advantage of the situation to plug the penalty area, and Mao Jianqing's single shot was saved by Sabah.

Gao Hongbo shook his head again and again on the sidelines: if he had gone off the field by himself, he would have been able to catch at least one of these two shots......

In the last half minute, the ball was still at the feet of the Chinese team, but whether it was the national football team or Jordan, the mind had already shifted to the opponent who would officially play a week later.

But Qin Gude had no idea about the next opponent, and he didn't show anything except for one bottom cross in the past 12 minutes.

He was not reconciled.

"Brother Zhao," he beckoned to Zhao Xuyang, who was holding the ball, "It's hard to enter the national team once, let me kick it?" ”

Zhao Xuyang bowed slightly, his ankle shook and retracted, and the football had already rolled towards him. Although he looks a little angry, vicious, and not angry, he is actually a big man, and he has always been very enthusiastic about the requirements of his little brother.

And after he passed this kick, he also very consciously retreated to the Chinese team's half, looking as if he was preparing for the upcoming defense.

Qin Gude gave him a thumbs up, and then pushed forward with the football.

The Jordanian frontcourt player only pretended to stretch out his hand and let him go through the middle circle.

Anyway, there are only ten seconds to go, and there are still seven or eight people in the backcourt, can he still defy the sky?

Besides, what can he do even if he goes against the sky?

It's just a warm-up game.

Their minds are already full of opponents for the next round of qualifiers, and this Chinese boy of 1.78 meters is almost transparent in their eyes.

Then the transparent shadow picked up his thighs, and the energy that had been accumulated for two hours was released the moment he touched the ball.

Suddenly, a sound exploded in the stadium, which had been quiet.

"Bang!"

It was as if a torpedo had jumped out of the sea, stirring up snow-white spray in the sky, and the football was like a black lightning bolt, sticking to the turf and shooting straight at the goal.

Before the Jordanian defenders could find the source of the sound, they saw a dark shadow whizzing past them.

Goalkeeper Sabah had made a number of good saves in the game, but this time he didn't even have time to lift his arm before the net behind him made a familiar sound.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a dull drum beat sounded in the audience, and then the second and third sounds, and the sky and the sea continued......

Shao Jiayi smiled, he was the one who would not be surprised by Qin Gude's goal.

Gao Hongbo just waved his fist, but did not say anything more.

After all, it's just a warm-up game-

January 5, 2010.

Hangzhou Huanglong Stadium.

After the last intensive training, Gao Hongbo took Shao Jiayi to the pre-match press conference.

I don't know if it was affected by the cold snap, but the players in this training session just moved their bodies easily, and the intensity of the training with the ball was also very limited. When they stop, they can feel the heat of their bodies turn into steam and rise away. Gao Hongbo doesn't wear much, and he doesn't have more sports, and the pressure on the current national football team has brought him even more pressure, and the Chinese football team is not very good in the warm-up game, which makes today's game full of suspense.

Gao Hongbo, who was on the sidelines, did not smile from beginning to end, occasionally communicated with the assistant coach, and even did little to guide the training, but patted some of the players on the shoulders when they came down. Maybe the weather was too cold, and after the national football team training, he was driven into the locker room by the assistant coach.

In the first leg of the match between Syria and the national football team, the head coach was still Yin Tiesheng, and the Chinese team lost 2-3 away from home in that game, which was also the only defeat of the national football team in the Asian preliminaries.

Syria has never been a football powerhouse, and the history of the national football team has not lacked more than two goals in its history, and as early as three months ago, the Syrian Football Federation was disbanded by FIFA, and now only relies on an interim committee to preside over the work, and even the sponsors are ready to pat their butts and leave. Except for three players who play in overseas leagues, the rest of their players all play in their home leagues, with a monthly salary equivalent to four or five thousand yuan, which is very different from the main players of the Chinese Super League with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands or millions. Due to staff and funding, their coaching staff didn't even have the money to buy equipment to play game footage......

But it was this turbulent team that pulled down the former head coach of the Chinese team with a victory: because of this defeat, it caused domestic dissatisfaction with Yin Tiesheng, and the coach left in a hurry after only six games, so as to replace him with another new coach, Gao Hongbo, who took over halfway, while running in a large number of warm-up games to run in his team, while struggling to move forward in the Asian preliminaries, although he killed Lebanon at home and away, basically ensuring that the national football team can qualify, but the country questioned him, Opposition to him is still widespread.

At the press conference, the coach, who rarely had a high-profile voice, expressed his determination to defeat his opponent: "For the Chinese team, defeating the Syrian team in this game is our goal, and it is also the most basic goal!" Our previous training and warm-up matches were all prepared for this goal, and the goal of the Chinese team was to qualify first in the group. ”

"What does Gao Gui mean ......" a reporter raised his hand and asked, "to win Syria at home?" ”

Gao Hongbo glanced at him: "I have this determination, and I also think that our players have this ability." ”

"Excuse me, will Shao Jiayi start?" Journalists from the imperial capital are more concerned about their players.

Gao Hongbo looked at the general sitting next to him: "He is a very important member of the team, as long as he is healthy and maintains today's condition, he will inevitably play, as for whether to start, it will be decided in combination with the specific tactical arrangements of the coaching staff." Next. ”

"Director Gao, in the last warm-up game, the two young players like ** Peng and Qin Good, who played for the first time for the national football team, were very exciting, will this game consider giving them a chance?"

Gao Hongbo was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth to answer: "They have the strength to start, but they still lack some experience, if the tactics require it, they may be sent to the field at any time." ”

"Jiayi, you missed the winter training camp because you have to participate in the national team, will this affect the second half of the league?" A reporter threw a question to the players.

Shao Jia was slightly stunned, and then subconsciously glanced at the head coach, only to see that Gao Hongbo's calm expression was hidden with a trace of unhappiness, and he hurriedly spoke: "I'm sorry, I only answer questions related to the national team today." ”

When Gao and Shao finished answering, the coach of the visiting team, Ibrahim, appeared on the stage, and Chinese reporters generally showed little interest in them, but politely asked two questions and were ready to pack up and go back to writing, but at the end, Ibrahim suddenly shouted in Chinese: "We will definitely win!" ”

No one was amused by his broken Chinese, and the coaches of the Chinese team were all blue-faced.